Hibbidy-Wah?! Snooki’s Rasslin’?
This. Is. Beyond. Words.
What’s next?
Pauly D in a Baskin Robbins ad?
Finis.
This. Is. Beyond. Words.
What’s next?
Pauly D in a Baskin Robbins ad?
Finis.
I think I watch too much TV. I know I watch too much TV. So this means I dream a lot about TV. As for improvised drug use… not so much. But that doesn’t mean any such acts are off-limits in the subconscious.
(SIDENOTE: What unfortunately seems to be off-limits is anything above a PG-13 rating.)
So anyVH1, I recently had a dream involving these three reality stars:
And we were just hanging out at a night club doing whip-its (not to be confused with whipping hair). That’s it. Nothing provocative. I’m just using this to illustrate my boob tube influenced brain.
Which brings me to the actual point of this post… I can’t believe there isn’t a reality show called The Dog Walkers.
In one of my dreams, the show existed, and it took place in different cities, like The Real Housewives, or MLB games. But whereas this as a show might get boring:
This never will:
One more for prosperity:
Snooki, Snooki, Snooki.
It’s so much easier to say than Nicole Polizzi, Nicole Polizzi, Nicole Polizzi.
Anyguido, the pint-sized Jersey Shore star left the Miami shoreline to invade my slumber and host a party in South Africa.
The festivities were to occur during a lunar eclipse, but she thought that the sun would be out at night. Nonetheless, this upset her greatly. But it was the bumper stickers on the billboard announcing her celebration that upset her more:
On some of the billboards, the bumper stickers were placed right on the bathtub picture.
She ended up getting real drunk and arrested in the morning. It kinda looked like this: